When Fenkiel finished packing her luggage and came down from the corridor on the second floor, the living room was already full of three corpses, and a man with a scar on his face was half-lying next to the corpse and looked bloodied. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man in the white suit was washing his palms in the inner room of the kitchen, and his voice was a little indistinct through the wall. Clear water flowed down the faucet's pipes and washed over his palms, sending out thin streaks of blood before flowing into the tunnels.

Fincil did not know Kim Jung-sung, and the Shinma faction belonged to two different organizations from the people who had previously guarded the villa. She also didn't know what happened in the living room on the first floor, which was not spacious, in this short time of packing her luggage.

But Kim Jung-sung's identities are more or less able for her to guess. At this point in time, the only one who broke into the villa was that person's men.

The day before, Fenciel must have been scared and nervous when she saw these people, she had held the scissors in her hand and thought about saving her life when the situation was bad.

But when Griffith arrived, the uneasiness disappeared completely.

To be honest, Fenciel didn't know much about the boy who didn't seem very old, but having seen his slaughter at the Wolves headquarters in Queenstown, the most impressive thing that impressed the girl who had gone away was his calmness, calmness and strength.

It's hard to say what it was like, maybe it's a condescending temperament, and it's hard for anyone who hasn't experienced that kind of shock to understand the plot in Fenciel's mind. This plot even gave her an illusory sense of security that 'with him, you can go anywhere in the world'.

It didn't take long for Griffith, who had finished washing his palms, to come out of the kitchen. He wiped it with a white towel in his hand, looked up and saw the woman standing in the middle of the stairs on the first and second floors, and said hello with a smile.

At the door of the villa, another group of people appointed by Kim Tae-woo were still tirelessly patrolling left and right, and Griffiths took the lives of the three Park brothers, leaving Kim Jong-sung as the guide.

Because the big demon shot cleanly, it was only a few breaths from the time he got up from the sofa to the time everyone fell to the ground. As the boss of the Park family, the 1.90-meter-strong man Park Xinche lost the opportunity to hold the gun forever before he even had time to pull out the pistol.

Because of the short time, the sound of the fight was not intense, but lasted for a short time, and even Fenkiel, who was packing her luggage on the second floor, was not even aware of it.

"Pack up your things, you see, there's no way to stay in this place for the time being. I've got a new place for you, so come with me with your luggage. ”

Griffith unfolded the towel and hung it on a wall-hung hanger, and he turned to Fincier.

After Fencir responded affirmatively, Griffith walked up to Kim Jong-sung, who had been silent since Fencir appeared. He bent down and grabbed the other man's back collar, dragged him upside down, and dragged him out of the living room.

"I'm going to deal with the people at the door."

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A 5-star hotel in the heart of Seosan Island.

The eldest young master of the Jin family had just come out of the steaming sauna in a milky white wide bathrobe. He stood on a twenty-story tall building and pulled back the curtains, revealing huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Kim Tae-woo stood barefoot in front of the bright glass, downstairs was a crowd of ants and a mobile car as small as a matchbox.

In the pure glass reflection, Kim Taewoo inserted his hand into the bathrobe on his chest and kneaded it fiercely, his chest muscles were strong and powerful, as his movements became more and more unscrupulous and the white bathrobe swung, he could vaguely see the inverted triangular groin under his vacuum bathrobe and the unwritten things that had already been erected.

The young master of the Jin family is a rebellious person, who does not stick to secular etiquette and desires to force others or be forced by others. He once did very bad things to himself, and was later discovered by his father Kim Jae, and was beaten to death, and then he never dared to show his side in public again.

Among the celebrities, the young master of the Kim family, Kim Tae-woo, who is intellectually cold and arrogant, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and has no shortage of male majesty and masculine beauty, is obsessed with stroking his body, he is secretly infatuated by many official ladies among the celebrities, but at this moment, he himself is also intoxicated with the perfection of this body, so that he is short of breath, and the skin of his body is a little red and purple.

The hotel where Kim Tae-woo is now located is the private property of the Kim family, and to be precise, it is a gift from the Jeong-shik Group, which is headquartered in Seosan Development, to Kim Jae-jung. Although the name of the hotel still belongs to the Zheng Group, the listed joint-stock company only holds less than 30% of the value of the hotel shares, and the rest is either dispersed or consolidated under the name of Kim Jae-chung.

Because of such a relationship, many of Kim Tae-woo's secret things in the dark are based here. He is cautious by nature, and doing bad things in his 'lair' will make him feel inexplicably peaceful and calm.

The time passed twelve o'clock, Kim Tae-woo glanced at his watch, this is the third time he has done this action after taking a sauna and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, which makes him look a little anxious, or something that makes him care is happening at this node.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a black Land Rover to slowly drive from the end of the field of vision. He passed by the door of the hotel and drove into the underground garage, where there was a parking space reserved for it by Mr. Kim Tae-woo.

After parking the Land Rover in Kim Tae-woo's private garage, Kim Jung-sung, who was wearing a black suit, opened the car door and walked out. He was wearing Vigu's sunglasses, and his whole person looked a little dull and gloomy.

He stood in front of the car door and hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around and opened the back door of the car.

Miss Fenciel, dressed in slim-fitting jeans and a padded leather jacket, stepped out of the car, seemingly surprised by the direction of events or unconfident of what was about to happen, so much so that she stumbled and nearly fell as soon as she got out of the car.

Kim Jung-sung stepped forward with a complicated expression and hugged Miss Fengel, who stabilized his body and stroked his hair awkwardly, smiling at Kim Jung-sung reluctantly.

Kim Tae-woo's security guard stepped forward and muttered a few words in Kim Jung-sung's ear, who looked out of the corner of his eye at the trafficked woman, Miss Fengel, turned his head and whispered something to the security guard, who left immediately.

The elevator carrying Kim Jung-sung, Fenkiel and a bald security guard slowly drove up to the twentieth floor of the hotel.

There is a huge presidential suite on this floor, which was originally designed for the wealthy who love pomp and circumstance, but since the 'transfer' of the company by the Jeong-style group to the Kim family, it has become Kim Tae-woo's private lair.

The underworld in the movie always has such and such strongholds or nests, which are often full of organs, artillery and the like, so there are movies like "Into the Tiger's Den" and "Lone Hero".

Kim Tae-woo's lair is much simpler, there are no vicious traps, but instead focus on enjoyment, but the sound insulation effect is very good.

After Kim Jung-sung and Fenkiel were brought in, the bald man closed the door and went out.

Kim Tae-woo turned his back to the two of them, crossed Erlang's legs, smoked cigars, and put his hands on the edge of the sofa with his hands open, his upturned Erlang's legs shook briskly, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, creating a rough and rebellious image of the second ancestor.

He likes to play with unarmed women in this way, and after tearing off the human skin of the hypocritical and humble son, it is like a new life. It was as if the previous image was a piece of skin on his face, making him unable to even breathe.

"Sit down, my beautiful princess and loyal knight."

Kim Tae-woo slowly turned around while holding the shelf, revealing half of his side face that had been left under the sea for a long time. He gestured with his hand to the seat across from him, patted the cushion of the sofa lightly, and spoke with the approachability and distancing of a host.

Her Royal Highness Kim Tae-woo's beautiful princess, or Miss Fengel, looked at the other party's skillful acting skills and shrugged her shoulders with a delicate brow. She strode over to the opposite side of Young Master Jin and sat down, her mature confidence and a little contempt for the norm made Kim Tae-woo feel like she was electrocuted.

"What a surprising beauty, I thought you were just a docile and well-behaved Chihuahua, but I didn't expect you to have Twist Polyton blood......"

"A vivid metaphor for Mr. Kim Tae-woo, but one thing you said is wrong, I don't have Torpolyton blood, I'm a little more fierce than Torpolytonians......"

Under the delicate and gentle expression, Fengel's voice suddenly became a standard man's voice. Kim Tae-woo smiled with a faint expression of surprise on his face, and Miss Fengel, who was known as 'Her Royal Highness the Princess' and 'My Beauty', had already begun to raise her head by herself, groping for a line of tender skin on her white neck with her hand, brushing and pulling, like pulling a hood, and tearing off the whole face along with the scalp, suddenly it was Griffith, who had just arrived from China.

"Mr. Kim Tae-woo, let me tell you where I am more than the culprit of the Polyton blood......"

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Fifteen minutes later, Griffith laid out Kim Tae-woo's body, holding a blood-dipped brush in his hand, scribbling little by little on the snow-white wall.

Kim Jung-sung, who was standing by the door, looked at Griffith, who was serious and busy, with a strange face, he didn't know much about the man in front of him, but in the only thing he knew, reason summed him up as tough, mysterious and a little unspeakable...... The sense of deviation is .......

The graffiti on the wall was in its final stages, and it seemed to be a huge fat. The sound of guards patrolling back and forth in the hallway came through the door panel, and Kim Jong-sung leaned against the door to wonder if he should take the opportunity to sneak away.

PS; Thank you for your company all the time, Brother Urine every day I really feel sorry for everyone, thank you for your long-term affection. I love you.

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